Used to wonder why I had been born.
Why life had started so small and helpless.
Why I breathed my first breath with a cry.
Why I opened my hazel eyes so slowly.
Why I sucked my thumb with such vigor.
Why I slept with my right arm above my head.
Why I carried a stuffed dog over my shoulder.
Why I crawled everywhere,
taking my first steps and fell when
no one was watching.
Why I spit out the mashed peas and carrots
and blurted simple nouns.
Why I pulled my mother’s hair with glee.
Why she always tucked me in my crib so snugly.
Why I am here today is because of love
and this is why I share my thoughts
and existence with you,